So much was taken from us by our own government after that day that it is almost unfathomable to this day.

We were on our way home from a termite inspection, called a friend, asked her what are y’all doing.
She said watching all these planes fly into the buildings.
All the people I was with and talked to on the phone are passed.
So, I thank GOD every day and ask him what can I o to glorify you Lord.
Praying for all and thank GOD for President Trump!

I was at home that morning. I didn’t know anything was happening until my wife called and told me to turn on the TV. At that time, both towers had been hit.

I watched as the first tower fell and I remember crying for the souls that were lost at that moment.

I also recall just how strange it was in the days after with no airplanes in the sky. I grew up by an airport and still live closed enough that they are a constant sight throughout the day.

My husband is from New Jersey and he used to work on the floor of th New York Stock Exchange as a clerk. He took the bids and offers from the brokers, on slips of paper, added them in his head and wrote it in the book for each stock. He worked in the trading booth directly with the Specialist who put the trades together. This was all before computers and the floor of the exchange was full of people. Your word was your bond and the clerk had the paper. Anyway, he used to travel under the Towers from New Jersey to work because he took the path train into New York everyday. He used to pass the Old Trinity Church as he walked to Broad Street.

But, we were in California when the attack occurred. I had gotten up and just turned on the tv. They were saying the airports were closed across the country. I had no context. I got him up and we watched the Towers fall. Some of. path trains were buried. It still seems so hard to believe after all these years.

Was working at a client’s office adjacent to the DFW airport. Had no TV in office and this was before smartphones. Co-worker came in and told us about the twin towers. We stopped working and went outside in the parking lot and there were no planes landing or taking off from DFW airport. It was eerie the immediate area was totally quiet. The silence was like one of those apocalyptic end of world movies. The client manager came in made the announcement and told everyone to go home for the day. Co-workers and I went to a local restaurant. While there we sat next to a table that had the crew of a Delta plane. They were headed from Atlanta to LA but had to land at DFW due to the twin towers. Driving home on I-695 the traffic was extremely lite. Didn’t see the pictures until home and turned on TV. The silence of the airport and surrounding area is what comes to mind during this solemn time.

Just wish there was a way to upvote every single comment on this thread, because anyone who posted – whether one line or paragraphs of text – had to dig down in places we generally don’t want to go, and dredge up feelings we generally shove down because they are so painful. So here is my upvote to everyone posting, to everyone who REMEMBERS.

Extra points to those who refuse to buy into the established narrative.

I was in my Midtown Manhattan office, early in the morning as usual. I heard the first plane fly low over my office, seemingly right down Park Avenue. I remarked to a colleague that I’d never heard a plane so loud, and it didn’t occur to me until later why that plane was so low.

On a local train out of Grand Central later that day, there were people covered in dust sitting by me. We were all quiet with our own thoughts. But I’ll never forget the sight of American flags flying everywhere as we slowly made our way back to our stations. Never before had I seen such a thing. What a terrible way to stoke patriotism in our fellow Americans.

Churches were full at noon.

I was in my classroom at an elementary school in Western Kansas. I was teaching 5 kindergartners with special needs when the tragedy happened. An aide in the adjoining classroom was on her break and she slightly opened my classroom door and whispered that something terrible had happened. I wasn’t able to get any further information until lunchtime.

I just saw a quote regarding September 11th that I am going to keep close at hand, for the next time that a 30=something Leftist scolds me for being Islamaphobic for believing that the importation of millions of people who hate us, and who have pledged to “take over” America is actually a problem…

“There is a collective sense among many of us that this isn’t happening the way that it should. It’s not just that younger Americans don’t share the same visceral emotions about 9/11.

It’s that too many haven’t grasped its lessons: about the reality of evil, the meaning of heroism – and the contrast between a worldview that produces hijackers and one that produces firefighters running up the stairs of the South Tower..”
Kristin Waggoner

All I want for Christmas is the truth to be told about what transpired on 9/11.

Sometimes in Life you are faced with choices through no fault of your own that you know you will not survive. The folks on UA 93 decided to fight and the plane went straight into the ground in a field saving a valuable target from destruction.
The folks on the Upper Floors of the WTC knew their lives were over. Some folks don’t like the term “jumper”. It is a little coarse but that was the choice Evil gave them. They were dead. The jumpers chose how they were going to go and made a statement for the world to see the Evil that was loosed on them. One of them was head first a leg bent at the knee seemingly at peace. Making a statement that you may have killed me and my friends but I will show you what dignity truly is. For me Jumper is honorific.

I was on the floor doing yoga, and I noticed Kelly Rippa crying, the TV was on mute, then I saw the second plane hit the other tower. I will never get those images out of my head. I was living in NFL at the time and most of the diverted planes landed in Gander, to this day many have strong bonds and friendships with the Americans that they housed and befriended.

If you were born when I was, you probably remember at least three life-altering events. I remember JFK’s assassination and, two days later, watching Jack Ruby shoot Lee Harvey Oswald—an event that, as it turned out, would have a profound effect on my life.

Twenty-three years later, on a bitterly cold day, I was pumping gas and listening to the radio when the Challenger exploded. A man came running out of the station shouting, “The Challenger just exploded!” “Yes, I know,” I said. “I heard it.”

On September 11, 2001, I was in my home office, dressed in a suit and tie—for what turned out to be the last time in my business career—preparing to catch a flight to Chicago. Why I was going, I have no idea. I remember the suit, the tie and the destination, but none of the mundane details.

I walked into the kitchen, where my bride of 24 years was puttering around. I kissed her, muttered something about when my return flight was supposedly due—O’Hare was always a crapshoot—and glanced at the television across the room.

She had the *Today* show on, I think. Don’t hold me to that. We hadn’t yet learned to loathe the media, so it was simply background noise in the kitchen that morning. The first tower had been hit. I asked what was happening, and she said something like, “I think a small plane hit the World Trade Center.” “That doesn’t seem likely,” I said. “There are strict rules about aircraft over Manhattan.” At that precise moment, the second plane hit. “That’s no accident,” I blurted out.

We went into the TV room, turned on the set and watched the horror unfold. After a while, I wondered whether anyone at the office knew. This was before smartphones, so no one was being deluged with texts and alerts. I opened our instant-messaging app and saw that my boss was online. I told him what had happened. He thanked me and disconnected.

A minute later, he messaged back. A crowd had gathered in the classroom and turned on the television, but they couldn’t get any sound. I asked what channel they were watching, tuned my office TV to the same station and spent the next several hours providing running commentary by instant message to the people in that room.

Two of my teammates were in St. Louis on a customer call that day. With air travel shut down, they drove their rental car back to New England, spending a night at our boss’s house in the Indianapolis area along the way. They were luckier than some. One of my clients was in Mumbai and had been scheduled to fly home the next day. He was stranded there for two weeks. Another acquaintance was stuck in Crete for nine days.

I never made that trip to Chicago. In fact, as far as I can remember, I never went there again. All of us were far luckier than those caught in the events themselves.

Just a horrific time. My mother was dying and I couldn’t talk to her about that horrible day.
Just disbelief and shock. I raced to my son’s school and grabbed him up and went home and kept the TV on all day. The images of the people jumping still haunt me.

In memorium; Brian “Moose” Sweeney, a fellow RIO in VF-211. For me the shock really arrived a couple of days later when I saw he was on the second plane.

I was visiting my Mom on an island in Florida when her friend called and said to turn on the tv, one of the twin towers was hit. We turned it on to the shocking scene and then watched the second plane hit the second tower. It was shocking. Then all air traffic in the country was instructed to land at the nearest airport and all flights in airports grounded from taking off. It was shocking to see the buildings collapse and watch the pure horror of New Yorkers scrambling for their lives. Each September 11th takes me back to that horrific day. Our country and all who wwitnessed it were never the same.

Heroic flight attendant Betty Ong spent her final moments on Flight 11 warning America. Her call provided the first alert and seat numbers crucial to identifying the terrorists. We must never forget her bravery.

https://x.com/5dme81/status/2098198553537483085/video/1

My memory goes back a little more. In 1996 I returned from living in Saudi Arabia for 6 years. When leaving, OBL had provided CNN a video of a western residential compound threatening to kill all westerners. That compound was where my family lived. We were apprehensive coming back with those threats floating around. 5 years later OBLs threats were carried out against America.

my. Take away from living in KSA, Iran is just part of the ROP overall threat.

Was at work as a member of the 552d Air Control Wing (AWACS) in Oklahoma City, saw live on TV as the 2nd tower was hit, and we began forming air crews to launch jets to regain control of America’s skies. A friend from a prior AF assignment was leading the NORAD air defense command and control mission for the east coast and they were doing all they could with minimal armed air defense resources to locate aircraft and defend critical locations. Of note, our NATO AWACS partners (US and NATO ally aircrew) did journey to the US to help patrol America’s skies in the days following. God Bless America, and commies/jihadis suck.

I was working on King William St in London, the only American in an international trading group, mostly Brits, but a great bunch. They killed the trading feeds on the monitors after the first plane hit to run the news feeds so we could all stay abreast. Later that day, Queen Elizabeth ordered the Star-Spangled Banner played at the Palace’s changing of the guard, the first and only time that’s happened. Three days later, London’s St. Paul’s Cathedral held a memorial service attended by 2600 people. We were in the thousands in the street outside the Cathedral praying. Say what you will about today’s UK government (every bit is deserved), on that day the UK stood steadfast behind us.

I was in Gladys McGeary’s medical office library reading through a (tiny, about 5″x7″) Physician’s Desk Reference from the year I was born, looking up the drugs my Mother would have been given during labor & childbirth; I was immersed in the existential search for ‘what happened to me’. Scopalomine.; aka
“Devil’s Breath”.
Perfectly metaphoric.

I was oblivious until later, when one of the staff came & sat at the table with me & asked me what I thought; I had to ask what happened. We’d lived 8 years (USAF) in Europe and were back in the US 3 years & a bit – my first thought was
“US has been a bully worldwide and this is payback.”

From my experience, we Americans were not well liked in the last European country we lived in – Americans were consistently targeted – bomb threats on tour group plans, etc. so stern restrictions on our movements as individuals ‘out on the economy’ for safety’s sake… little things like that. Our local friends, who didn’t hate us/US and were very kind & lovely to know, gave us insight to the general attitude of the haters.

Hindsight is 20/20.

POTUS 45-47 is now ending what the United States of America had been for almost all of the 20th c — the enforcement center/ war machine of the three (usurpers’) city states – City of London, Vatican, & DC/ Pentagon.

That’s why the entire world’s citizenry Loves Trump – they get it like we get it;
and why the usurpers running governments despise him.

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7:45-7:59 a.m.: American Airlines Flight 11 departed Boston for Los Angeles.
7:58-8:14 a.m.: United Airlines Flight 175 departed Boston for Los Angeles.
8:01-8:42 a.m.: United Airlines Flight 93 departed Newark for San Francisco.
8:10-8:20 a.m.: American Airlines Flight 77 departed Dulles for Los Angeles.
8:38 a.m.: The Federal Aviation Administration notified the military air defense command of a hijacking.
8:43 a.m.: The FAA notified military authorities of a second hijacking.
8:46 a.m.: American Airlines Flight 11, carrying 92 people from Boston to Los Angeles, crashed into the north tower of the World Trade Center.
8:53 a.m.: The fighter jets from Otis Air Force Base took off and headed toward New York City.
8:55 a.m.: Flight 77 began turning east, away from its intended course.
9:02 a.m: United Airlines Flight 175, carrying 65 people from Boston to Los Angeles, crashes into south tower of the World Trade Center.
9:10 a.m.: Flight 77 was detected by radar in West Virginia, heading east.
9:25 a.m. :The FAA notified military air defense that Flight 77 was headed toward Washington.
9:25 a.m.: Two F-16 fighter jets were scrambled at a Langley Air Force Base in Virginia.
9:28 a.m.: President Bush in Florida calls the crashes an “apparent terrorist attack on our country.”
9:35 a.m.: The jets from Langley took off.
9:37 a.m.: American Airlines Flight 77, carrying 64 people from Washington to Los Angeles, crashed into the west side of the Pentagon.
9:48 a.m.: The Capitol and West Wing of the White House were evacuated.
9:49 a.m.: The Federal Aviation Administration bars aircraft takesoffs across the country. International flights in progress told to land in Canada.
9:50 a.m.: 1 World Trade Center – the south tower – collapses.
9:55 a.m.: President Bush leaves Florida for a secure location, Barksdale AFB, Louisiana.
10:10 a.m.: Flight 93 crashed in Pennsylvania. The military never sent planes up to intercept the flight. A senior military official said the Pentagon was not informed prior to the crash of any problems with the flight.
10:29 a.m.: 2 World Trade Center – the north tower – collapses.
10-11:30 a.m.: Government buildings around the country are evacuated, including the Capitol and the White House. The United Nations closes. The Securities and Exchange Commission closes all U.S. financial markets for the day. New York City Mayor Rudolph Giuliani calls for evacuation of lower Manhattan.
12:36 p.m.: Bush again goes on TV to express the nation’s resolve to defend against terrorism.1:20 p.m.: Bush leaves Louisiana for secure for Offutt AFB in Nebraska, where he again addresses the nation on TV.
2:51 p.m.: The Navy dispatches missile destroyers and other equipment to New York and Washington.
4:30 p.m.: Bush departs Nebraska, arriving in Washington at 6:50.
5:25 p.m.: 7 World Trade Center collapses.

That morning. i had too much ‘visceral’:I wanted to run and then to punch!

That evening, husband and I sat on front lawn with a neighbor. Husband with a beer, neighbor with glass of wine. Neighbor across the street came over, I took a beer out to him. Next door fella, gave him a beer. Across the street = beer. They kept coming. All from our street. We just sat there, quiet. Tragic day, sweet moment of friendship.

My 9/11 story is actually about 9/10.
I was finishing a deliverable in my Rockville, Md office for my client in Anacostia DC. It was after 4 pm.
Do I wait until the morning and drop it off or go now and get it done?
Well I chose to drop it off on my way home.
My commute to the client took me around the West side of the DC Beltway and once across the Potomac onto the GW Parkway towards Washington.
There’s a shortcut to get back across the Potomac towards Anacostia.
It’s through the Pentagon parking lot. I’d done it many times before.
The next morning I was sitting at my desk in Rockville instead of making the delivery.

I was standing in a 7-Eleven buying a hotdog in Pompano Beach Florida on Dixie Highway watching the TV when all that happened!

Up north Michigan. At my parents. Moving back home, after retiring from the Air Force. Eating breakfast, watching the morning news, getting ready to head to Detroit. No one understood what was happening. Then saw the second plane hitting the building.

https://rumble.com/v7fcxqg-this-footage-was-shown-once-after-911-and-never-again.html

I remember this report.

Capistrano Beach Ca

I was greeted at my front door by a processor server informing me that I was being divorced. I walked into the family room to get my kids ready for school and there it was! I gathered my kids and went to straight to the beach.

I have never been able to describe the events of that day. I certainly question why it happened and who is to blame.

I was at work that morning when we were called to the TV room. It was unbelievable. The thing I remember most is feeling such distress at the fate of those innocent victims and anger at the perpetrators.

Islam has a long institutional memory. September 11 was not a convenient or arbitrarily chosen date. It is also the anniversary of the Ottoman Turks attack on Vienna in 1683. It was the opening assault in a planned Muslim conquest of Europe. To the great fortune of western civilization, the Ottomans were driven back from the city gates and defeated. The attack we remember today was planned with revenge for Vienna as one of its motives.

I was working in Lyndehurst NJ on September 11th. Had gotten to work around 7:30 that morning as usual. Beautiful day – bright skies and a feeling of fall in the air. My office looked directly down into downtown Manhattan – about 10 miles away.

I was working on my computer with my back to the window and did not see the first plane hit. One of my employees came in to apologize for being late and asked if I had seen what was going on outside my window. When I saw the smoke pouring out of the north tower I called BS in the commuter plane theory – looked like a gaping hole more akin to a jetliner. A number of my colleagues came in to my office and were discussing the happenings outside while listening to the news. I swa the 2nd place coming in from the west and pointed it out to the team – we watched as it flew into the south tower – came in low and very fast – will remember that fireball for as long as I live.

At that point everyone knew we were under attack. I called 911 and was hooked up to the Hackensack police department. Think I was one of the first calls they received. I asked them to contact the military and they said they had no way of contacting them. They gave me the local FBI number (was out on Long Island) and I called and left a message on their voicemail. We had a number of vets in our office who were getting called up to go home to get ready – rest of the day (besides watching the towers fall later in the morning) we spent getting rental cars for our vets to drive home for duty.

When I headed home that afternoon, Route 17 in NJ was crammed with onlookers parked on the side watching what was going on. Fighter jets were in the air and constantly circling (as they would be for the next couple of weeks. The air reeked of burnt electrical equipment and downtown Manhattan was a smoldering pile.

I stopped to give blood on my way home – shame there was no one to give it to.

Manhattan smoldered for quite a while and that smell lingered for weeks.I will never forget.

I was sleeping in my Barracks room. Duty woke up the whole Company and we fell out to the rec roomwithin moments o the second tower being hit. You could have heard a pin drop in that room full of Marine Infantrymen. We heard the reports about the Pentagon being hit and we watched the two towers fall. Within an hour, we had organized and packed our gear and set it up for pickup, we didn’t know what to do or where to go, but we were ready to go. ALL military bases were locked down – nothing in or out and it took our Commanding Officer over 14 hours to get on base to be with us.
When you make 200 Marines silent, you know it is a serious event. The somber witnesses turned into raging Infantry BEGGING to be the tip of spear of vengeance, ready in a moments notice. The feelings do not lessen with time, they only grow stronger seeing the next generation embrace the ideology that carried out the terrible terrorist attack.

https://fullyrelyongod.mystrikingly.com/blog/september-11-2001

Longtime follower of CTH, posted once or twice so far, due to certain work related and personal social media restrictions.
Working paramedic for a certain very large municipal emergency services agency in NYC. A lifelong New Yorker, living in Brooklyn, steps from where the battle of Brooklyn took place, recently commemorated.

Here’s what I feel comfortable sharing:

I worked the night before, and expected to go out to vote that morning, only to find out from a stranger in my building that the WTC was hit by a plane. Seeing first hand the North tower on fire from the roof of my building, I called my lieutenant and started running back to my station, getting picked up by a firefighter who just so happened to be driving by and saw me still in my uniform. He took me as far as he could and dropped me off on the street as he was rushing to his firehouse nearby. After finally getting there and waiting the whole morning and part of the afternoon, we commandeered a city bus to take us EMTs and Paramedics and stationed at Stuyvesant HS, where a large triage center was hastily set up.
It was never used. We were told to just standby until further notice. Amid the smoke and chaos, the collapse of WTC only further exacerbated our nerves as it was literally right next to us. I stayed there until midnight with my coworkers, having done little or nothing, and then walked back exhausted to my apartment a few miles away. I worked morgue duty after that for about a week. I will tell you this: one body brought out to us was of a young lady, blonde, beautiful, petite, with her face frozen in a scream and her hand clenched in helplessness as she died. She still had a golden necklace around her neck.
I smelled the stench of the collapse for at least 6 months afterward from my apartment, where I still reside.
I will be diplomatic:
For those who have the temerity to scoff, such as we have seen recently in the media, I say Hebrews 9.27: “…it is appointed unto men once to die, and after this the judgement.” And to those who truly believe and serve the Lord Jesus Christ:
“Speak thou to Him, for He hears, and Spirit with spirit can meet.
Closer is He than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet.”
God bless you faithful and thank you CTH for letting me vent a little bit.

I just turned on the TV to watch the morning news on. I heard a plane had hit the north tower in the world trade center. I continued watching and saw the second plane hit the south tower live. My Marine had left for work at the Pentagon hours earlier. The next couple of hours were incredibly difficult as I waited, not knowing his status. Thankfully, he made it out safely. He and his fellow Marines have a lot of interesting stories from that day, and the hours that followed.

We’ve forgotten, with the election of Muslims Obama and Mamdani to authority positions over us.

We are still under attack.

I saw the news of the first plane on Drudge Report. At this time I was playing the organ for a scripture class at church in the afternoon and had to go practice. By the time I got back, the second plane had hit. Such an unreal time.

God rest their souls. They’ll never be forgotten.

Some other things to not forget:
-the $2.3 trillion that went missing from the Pentagon on 09.10.2001
-building 7
-the dancing israelis
-the “art students”
-Silverstein’s insurance policy
-the magic passports

Rudy and Mayor Mamdani chumming it up with each other today at the service in NYC. Mutual respect on an important day. Both were class acts.

So it begs the question – were Rudy’s attacks on him earlier this week just performative?

Pull it!

We were living in NJ at the time. My husband was on the board of the South Jersey Chefs Association. They immediately began planning to go to NYC to feed the first responders. They were on their way but were turned back because all roads into NYC were shut down. One of the member chefs was the father-in-law of the pilot of the plane that crashed in PA. So many people we knew lost someone that day.
I remember being up in north Jersey a few days later and seeing the smoke still rising across the river.
Those people jumping from the Trade Centers haunted my dreams for months.

I cannot reconcile a muslim communist being mayor of NYC. This must be the work of Satan.

We must NEVER FORGET!!

Home sick for the day pre CPAP machine. Was sick frequently.
Walking the dog and hear a large plane low over head.
Look up and I see a light colored 747 honking on at low altitude black smoke streaming from the engines! Pilot must have had it fire-walled to move that fast that low make that much smoke. I could almost count the rivets. A 16 was on each wing .

Inside I turn on TV to see if there is anything about this plane.
Turns out it was AF1

Popped tape in VCR and recorded all morning.

No I will never forget and I now know I will never know the truth.

I was in Algebra class, Freshman year of highschool. First class of the day. Front row, second seat from the right. The geometry teacher poked his head in the door a whispered to the teacher that two airplanes had just flown into the World Trade Center… on purpose.

Where was I? At work in the toxins lab, when I got the excited request to come see the news flash breaking live.

The sinking feeling of seeing One of the Towers smoking, on fire, because of an airliner crashing into it. Bewilderment. How can a commercial jet simply fly into a skyscraper on accident like that?

Then, before my eyes, to see the second jet fly directly into the second Tower – I knew right then and there this was a planned event. Terrorism on our own soil. Over 200 people dying instantly, right before me, as I watched the impact.

It seemed so surreal. People, with no way out, thinking that the jump from 100 stories up, really wasn’t that far – that they could survive it. None who jumped did. Then, hours later, first one, then the other tower fell.

What did I feel? A deep-seated moral indignation against those responsible. I still feel that indignation today, because it is as plain as the nose on our faces that governmental agencies di indeed have American blood on their hands: they’ve allowed the politico-religious movement that did the work to take over the very city they perpetrated the act in.

Watched it in the UK after a colleague phoned home. Original chyron had ‘small plane hits WTC’, I saw the hole, thought that’s an airliner. Watched the second aircraft bank hard to hit the other tower, thought that’s deliberate. Watched thinking this can’t be really happening, but it was all too real.

Knew people whose lives were saved because of illnesses or slight variances in chronologies, and personally it was the beginning of my journey from the smug liberal leftosphere to conservatism.

26 years on and seeing the footage and pictures takes me right back.

I was at work…ground floor of NSA building in foreground below, near left corner.

We got word of the towers just after it happened. After plane hit Pentagon, everyone but critical 24/7 type personnel were sent home in case our place was targeted. Didn’t go back to work until Sep 13.

Once home, gathered in basement TV room of next door neighbor to watch and listen. Neighbor’s husband was in Denver on business. By end of day, he had rented a car and started drive home.

I was at work, and some of us went into a conference room to watch the news. The next day there were no planes in the sky. At that point we chose to leave the Midwest and head back to NH to be close to family.

The Patriot act passed without any of the jokers reading it, much like most legislation. So much for representation.